Varsity Boy and The Prep

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On my fourteenth birthday, I was gifted with a study book for the SSAT's and my middle school transcript. In other words, it was apparent that I would be taking the entry test to get into a boarding school. Fortuanetly, this was no surprise. I'd been trained with the most elite curriculum for my whole life. And Towerpointe Prep, the country's most prestegious boarding school, was where I would be going to high school. It's not hard to get in. The ninty seventh percentile on the SSATs plus a good transcript, equals admission. It would be easy to prove that I'm worthy of this school, but it would also be easy to prove that I'm not a nerd. Because during mandatory study hour, on a windy October afternoon, I was napping. It wasn't something that I'd do everyday. My roommate, Jessa, had even agreed to help me with my history. The problem was that she forgot, and the moment Jessa came back into the room, I was dozed.

"Emery!" she yelled, shaking me out of my hazy dreams. "Emerson Williams! We have work to do!"

The flourescent lights that had always bothered me about this place, made it hard for my eyes to adjust. I blinked a few times, and the image of my roommate, appeared in front of me. Jessa wasn't one to care about beauty, but the school uniform suited her well. Our uniforms were navy, which brought out her bright blue eyes and dark hair. I couldn't help but be a little bit jealous. My genes were coded for me to be tall, with murky brown eyes and blonde-ish hair. It took me a full hour to cover up that little mistake in my genetic code.

"Emerson, get up!" Jessa called, once again.

Finally, I decided to fully open my eyes. "Jessa Maybelle. Why am I not surprised that you blew off studying with me? You are officially the worst roommate ever."

"I love the title. Maybe we should make a new sign for the front of our door, with that on it. I was getting kinda tired of just: JESSA AND EMERSON RULE THE WORLD. It's so two months ago."

I rolled my eyes. "Jessa, focus. I need help with history-"

"And help with history you'll get." she said, exchanging a small box, for the study guide, which lay on my desk. "Your colored contacts came in and I can't believe that you're still doing green. Why not match blue with me? It would be-"

There were two beeps on the loud speaker, signaling that we had five minutes. "Great." I said to Jessa. "You've been a massive aide to me."

My eyes closed shut and I sighed. Jessa was cool to live with, but I could never quite figure out how she maintained her grades. Somehow, without studying, Jessa was able to pass every subject, and have an incredible social life on campus. She'd often invite me to town visits when I had class. Her side of the dorm had mostly pictures of her and her friends at various events. The rest of it was messy, which didn't bother me, because I only pay attention to my side of the room. I have a couple of pictures, and a corkboard above my desk. The window on the middle wall has twinkle lights above it-nothing too much. I guess you could say that because Jessa didn't decorate, I wasn't feeling as compelled to fancy up the room, either. There were two knocks on the chesnut door.

"Come in!" I called, my face still on pillows.

There was the sound of large feet entering our room and Jessa talking to whoever it was.

"Emerson Williams." a manly voice confirmed. Realizing that this was probably an admin, I was suddenly glad that I chose to bury my face in a pillow.

Jessa was now in conversation with the admin, probably trying to ward him away. The problem was that he wouldn't fall for any of her usual tricks.

"I'd really prefer to speak with Miss Williams, herself."

Jessa began to defend me, but I got up instead. I had an absolutely clean record, so there was no need to punish me. This was probably an invitation to prefect a dorm or some extracurricular like that.